AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON 


THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


POEMS 

BY 
AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON,  C.S.D. 


POEMS 


WRITTEN  ON  THE  JOURNEY 
FROM  SENSE  TO  SOUL 

BY 
AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON,  C.S.D. 


ILLUSTRATIONS  IN  PHOTOGRAVURE 


FOURTH  EDITION 


G.  P.  PUTNAM'S  SONS 
NEW  YORK  AND  LONDON 
fmtcfcerbocher 
1921 


COPYRIGHT,  1910 
BY 

AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON 

COPYRIGHT,  1920 

BY 
AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON 


FOURTH   EDITION 


Printed  in  the  United  Stales  of  America 


THESE  POEMS  I  DEDICATE 
TO 

&eberent> 


AS  A  STUDENT  TO  THE  TEACHER, 
AS  A  FOLLOWER  TO  THE  LEADER. 
AS  A  CHILD  TO  THE  MOTHER. 


, 

626178 


LOVE  LEADS  US  ON, 

UNTIL  NIGHT  BE  GONE, 
AND  WE  WAKE  IN  THE  MORNING  LIGHT; 

LOVE'S  VOICE  OF  CHEER, 

HUSHES  EVERY  FEAR. 
AND  HER  FACE  IS  REVEALED  TO  SIGHT. 


PAGE 

SING  THE  SONG  OF  GLADNESS 17 

COMMUNION 21 

THE  DOVE  AND  THE  STAR 29 

THE  EVERLASTING  ARMS 32 

PRAISE  TO  GOD 35 

CHILDREN,  HAVE  YE  ANY  MEAT?..  . .  38 

FLEE  AS  A  BIRD 42 

LOVE'S  ROD  AND  LOVE'S  STAFF 45 

HOMEWARD 48 

LOVE  WATCHES  OVER  ALL 50 

FRIEND,  Go  UP  HIGHER 53 

LEAD  Us  TO  THE  INFINITE 58 

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Contents 

PAGE 

THOU  ART  NOT  FAR  FROM  THE  KING 
DOM  60 

MESSAGE 64 

REPLY  TO  THE  CHRISTMAS  POEM  ....  66 

LETTER  TO  OUR  BELOVED  LEADER 

FROM  HER  LAMBKINS 69 

STAND  FIRM 71 

To  MY  DEAR  STUDENTS  AND  CHURCH 

MEMBERS 74 

DOVE  OF  PEACE 77 

THE  SUNLIGHT  OF  LOVE'S  PRESENCE  79 

WHEN  LOVE  DOTH  GUIDE 82 

THE  DAWNING  DAY 85 

WOLEEWIN 87 

COULD  YE  NOT  WATCH? 90 

SPIRITUAL  SENSES 93 

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Contents 

PACK 

THE    BIRDIE'S    GREETING  TO   OUR 

LEADER 96 

INSCRIPTION 100 

HARVEST  SONG 101 

THE  FATHER'S  VOICE 103 

CAN  GOD  FURNISH  A  TABLE  IN  THE 

WILDERNESS? 105 

LIGHT  THE  TORCH  (with  Music}. ...  108 

DIVINE  GUIDANCE 1 10 

GARNERING 112 

LOVE'S  LULLABY  (with  Mtisic] 116 

THE  SONG  OF  LOVE  (with  Music).. .  118 

RETROSPECTION 123 

PSALM  OF  GRATITUDE 128 

HOME 130 


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ILLUSTRATIONS 

PAGE 

THE  FIRST  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST, 
SCIENTIST,  BOSTON,  MASS.  THE 
MOTHER  CHURCH  AND  ITS  EX 
TENSION  7 

THE  FIRST  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST, 
SCIENTIST,  BOSTON,  MASS.  THE 
MOTHER  CHURCH  OF  CHRISTIAN 
SCIENCE 17 

FIRST  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST,  SCIENTIST, 
NEW  YORK  CITY  .  .  .100 

Music,  "LIGHT  THE  TORCH"  .  108 
Music,  "LOVE'S  LULLABY"  .  116 
Music,  "THE  SONG  OF  LOVE"  118 


POEMS 

BY 
AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON,  C.S.D. 


&ing  tfje  &ottg  of 


OUR  PRA  YER  IN  STONE 

Written  at  the  completion  of  The  Mother  Church, 
The  First  Church  of  Christ,  Scientist,  Boston,  Mass., 
1894. 

CHILDREN  of  the  Blessed, 
Sing  the  song  of  gladness  ! 
Ring  the  loud  hosannas  !  Christ  to  earth 

again  is  come. 

Raise  the  voice  to  praise  him  ! 
Bid  the  world  adore  him  ! 
While  we  follow  listening  to  the  voice 
that  calls  us  home. 

Has  the  path  been  thorny  ? 
Roses,  with  their  fragrance 
Cheered  us,  as  we  followed  in  "the  way" 
our  Saviour  led. 
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tfjc  g>ong  ot 


When  we,  Israel's  children, 
Hungered  in  the  desert, 
How  the  hand  of  Love  supplied  the 
ever-living  bread  ! 

When  athirst  and  weary, 
Faint  and  heavy  laden, 
Following  through  the  wilderness  of  sin 

and  sense,  our  Guide, 
Then  we  heard  the  summons, 
Falter  not,  but  come  ye! 
Drink  the  ever-living  waters,  which  in 
me  abide  ! 

Bread  of  Life  to  strengthen; 
Waters  to  refresh  us, 
Flowing  ever  freely  from  the  ever-living 

Fount. 

Mother-love  to  counsel, 
Mother-voice  to  cheer  us, 
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&>ing  tije  &ong  of  ©labnea* 

Mother-smile  to  beckon  from  the  valley 
to  the  Mount. 

Could  we  fail  or  falter, 
While  the  loving  Saviour 
Every  want  supplied,  and  every  tear 
drop  wiped  away, 
Every  murmur  silenced, 
Every  shadow  lessened 
With  the  power  of  Love  divine,  revealing 
God's  bright  day? 

As  we  catch  bright  glimpses 
Of  the  Eternal  Real, 
As  we  lose  the  echo  of  sorrow,  sin,  and 

care — 

Brighter  gleams  God's  glory. 
Chant  again  the  story ! 
Christ  is  come  to  human  ken,  his  temple 
to  prepare. 
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tl)e  g>ong  of 

Sing  for  joy  ye  ransomed ! 
"Prayer  in  stone"  appearing 
Bids  us  trim  our  lamps,  and  wait  the 

Bridegroom's  midnight  call. 
Sing,  for  Christ  is  with  us ! 
Israel's  Shepherd  leads  us! 
Love  is  come  to  reign  forever,  crown 
Her  Lord  of  all ! 


20 


Communion 

Communion  service  at  The  Mother  Church,  The 
First  Church  of  Christ,  Scientist,  Boston,  Mass., 
June  7,  1895. 

TWAS  Sabbath  morn.     The  city  lay 
In  the  embrace  of  dawn,  which, 
As  it  blended  with  approaching  day, 
Revealed  cathedral  dome,  and  lofty 

spire 

Of  many  a  church,  where  people  con 
gregate 

To  worship  God.     At  length, 
Its  radiance  rested  on  a  temple,  made 
Of  stone,  symmetrical  and  white, 

Which  towered  in  silent  speech  and 
Voiceless  prayer,  piercing  the  sky ;  as  if 
To  point  beyond  the  finite  view, 

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Communion 

And   lead   the  worn  and   weary   unto 

Christ. 
The  joyous  birds  joined  in  the  silent 

anthem, 

"God  is  good;"1 

And  whispering  leaves  were  hushed, 
As  if  in  prayer, 

And  as  the  dewdrop 
Glistened  on  the  lily's  breast ; 
And  flashed  its  varied  hues,  it  voiced  the 

message 
"God  is  good." 

The  crystal  waters, 
Touched  by  hand  unseen,  sparkled 
From  lake  and  fount,  and 
Pure  and   smiling,  turned    their  faces 

fair 
For  Love's  impress,  and  murmured, 

1  Science  and  Health  with  Key  to  the  Scriptures,  by 
Mary  Baker  Eddy. 

22 


Communion 

"God  is  Love." 

Eternity's  great  organ  seemed  to 

wake 

The  world  to  prayer  and  praise. 
Anon,  upon  the  breath  of  morn,  were 

borne 

Sweet  silvery  chimes,  floating  on 
Pulseless  air,  like  voice  from 
Mother-heart,  calling  to  children  dear, 
And  tremulous  with  love  and  blessings, 
Prayed  the  Shepherd,  Christ,  to  show 
Her  how  to  go  across  the  hillside's 

Steep  and  rugged  way, 
And  safely  lead  his  sheep. 
Well  the  disciples  knew  the 
Voice,  calling  to  feast  of 
Love,  and  thronged  the  temple  door, 
Eager  for  Word  of  God,  and  Christ, — 
the  bread. 

The  thirsty  pressed  for  drink 
23 


Communion 

From  "little  book"  the  key  to 
Heavenly  wealth, — God's  Holy  Word, 
Revealing  Truth  and  Love, — hid  since 
The  world  began,  but  now  illumed 
Through  "Science  and  Health." 
As  deep  within  the  heart  was  heard 
The  promise,  "Whoso  eateth  of  this 
Bread,  shall  hunger  not,  nor  shall 
They  thirst  again,  who  drink 
My  blood,"  a  peace  descended,  and  the 
Singers  rose  and  gave  to  listening  wor 
shippers 

The  chant,— "The  righteous  shall  go  in." 
A  holy  hush  bade  human  sense 
"Be  still,"  and  Christ  was  felt, 
Sweeping  with  touch  divine  across  the 
Harp  of  thousand  strings,  attuning 
To  Life  and  Love. 

Then  rose  the  Readers,  calm  and 
strong 

24 


Communion 

In  Christ,  and  prayerful,  trusting 
God  to  feed  His  people  in  green 
Pastures,  and  to  lead  beside  still 
Waters,    through    the    Comforter    and 
Word. 

To  hearts  attuned  to  Love,  this 
Holy  hour  seemed  like  the  gate  of 
Heaven,  which,  ajar,  disclosed 
The  smile  of  Christ,  calling  in 
Tender  accents,  "Come  to  me." 

Bowed    in    humble    prayer,    pros 
trate 

Before  the  Christ,  and  listening 
For  his  voice,  a  heavenly  benediction 
Fell  upon  the  heart,  and  tearful 
Gratitude  went  up  to  God  for 
Her  who  gave  to  all  the  Guide 
To  Life  divine, — who  clasps  again 
The  sinner's  hand — who  turns 
The  straying  footsteps  to  the 
25 


Communion 

Light,  and  leads  once  more  the 

Way  to  God,  as  did  the  Christ  of  yore. 

Communing  thus,  a  sacred 
Presence  filled  the  place,  and 
Heavenly  messengers  brought 
Peace  and  hope  to  struggling  pilgrims, 
Kneeling  there  for  bread, 
And  waters  pure,  from  Spirit  fount. 

Love  rose  to  temple  dome, 
And  filled  each  humble  heart 
With  incense  from  God's  altar. 

And  the  song  was  heard  again, 
"Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 
Sung  by  unseen  choirs  there, 
As  they  knelt  in  silent  prayer. 
'Twas  as  if  the  chord  of  love, 
Swept  by  Master  hand  above, 
Thrilled  the  meek  and  lowly  heart, 
Bidding  care  and  fear  depart. 
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Communion 

Then  was  caught  the  low  refrain, 
"I  am  with  you  once  again," 
I  have  given  the  bread  and  wine, 
I  am  Christ,  and  ye  are  mine. 
Hush !  within  this  holy  place, 
Love  false  concepts  will  efface; 
Turn  ye  all  from  gold  and  dross, 
Gaze  upon  the  radiant  cross ! 
Holy  Spirit,  break  the  bread, 
Till  each  hungry  heart  be  fed ! 
Drink  the  wine,  so  freely  poured 
By  the  ' '  Comforter, ' '  adored ! 
Then,  with  power  of  love,  reveal 
How  the  Christ  the  sick  doth  heal ! 
Hear  the  Saviour  bid  you  go 
Out  into  a  world  of  woe, 
Loving  all,  as  I  love  you, 
Each  the  healing  work  will  do, 
And,  forgetting  harsh  offense, 
Yield  to  Love  in  penitence. 
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Communion 

Then  will  love  for  God  and  man, 
Light  the  earth  with  rainbow  span. 

The  faithful  rose  to  follow  Christ's 
Command,  to  heal  the  sick  and  sinful, 

and 
To  overcome  the  sense  of  self  and  sin. 


28 


JBobe  anb  tfje  £s>tar 


AS  the  sunset  crimson  faded 
Into  amber  hues  one  day, 
And  the  gathering  twilight  deepened 

Till  it  merged  in  sombre  grey; 
While  I  lingered  in  the  gloaming, 

From  my  heart  went  up  a  prayer, 
And  I  lost  the  sense  of  shadows, 
As  I  bowed  in  silence  there. 

Soon  I  felt  a  tender  presence 

Touching  me  with  influence  mild, 
And  a  white-winged  dove  descended, 

Cooing  softly,  Peace,  my  child. 
While  I  wondered  what  the  meaning 

Of  this  dove,  with  wings  unfurled, 
Once  again  I  heard  its  message, 

Rise  above  this  sin-bound  world  ! 
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Xtjc  Qobc  anb  tljc  ss>tar 

Rise  and  soar  on  Hope's  bright  pinions ! 

Tarry  not  in  shadows  dim ! 
Preen  your  wings  of  aspiration ! 

Chant  Love's  holy  vesper  hymn ! 
See !     Upon  the  blue  empyrean 

Shines  the  star  of  faith's  clear  light, 
Beckoning  with  its  twinkling  radiance, 

To  a  world  more  fair  and  bright. 

Look  again!     Behold  Hope's  star-beam 

Brightly  flashing  in  the  blue, 
While  the  star  of  Love  appearing, 

Speaks  of  heavenly  joys  to  you. 
Constellations  gild  the  heavens, 

Brilliantly  they  flash  afar, 
Breathing  words  of  holy  promise 

In  the  language  of  the  star. 

Thus  the  dove  soared  just  beyond  me, 
Beating  with  its  wings  the  air, 
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Bobe  anb  tfjc 

Leading  me  to  heights  celestial, 
And  I  followed  gladly  there; 

Till  I  learned  the  lesson  taught  me 
By  the  dove  and  star  that  night, 

And  the  darkness  of  the  gloaming 
Fled,  before  the  diamond  light. 

Thus  we  wander  in  the  twilight 

Of  this  mortal  life,  and  fear, 
Till  the  dove  of  Peace  descending, 

Guides  us  to  the  glad  Soul  sphere. 
There  the  light  dispels  the  shadows; 

Glorious  beams  of  Truth  appear, 
And  the  raptured  vision  shows  us 

God,  and  man,  and  heaven  are  here. 


Cberlasting 


ON  the  bosom  of  Love  we  are  resting, 
Love's  arm  doth  our  being  enfold, 
And  the  heart  of  Omnipotence  pulsates 

To  measures  of  Love  untold. 
Thus  we  dwell  in  divine  Everpresence, 

Our  Father  and  Mother  God, 
We  walk  with  the  saints  in  glory, 
And  tread  where  our  Master  trod. 

As  we  rest  in  the  Mother-love,  holy, 

As  we  list  to  the  Mother-voice,  sweet, 
We  hear  the  chant  of  the  angels 

Who  traverse  the  unseen  street. 
And  listening,  we  lose  the  echo 

Of  sorrow,  and  sin,  and  sense, 
Till  the  clouds  become  thin  and  thinner, 

That  conceal  the  vast  immense. 
32 


And  oft  as  we  patiently  linger, 

And  pray  for  spiritual  sight, 
A  rift  in  the  cloud  discloses 

A  world  of  wondrous  light. 
They  are  faint,  faint  glimpses  only, 

And  though  mists  soon  hide  the  gold, 
That  rift  reveals  marvellous  beauty, 

Of  Life,  Love  and  Truth,  untold. 


The  eyes  that  behold  this  vision, 
Seen  through  the  matter  veil, 
Are  steadily  fixed  on  the  real, 

Till  spiritual  sight  shall  prevail; 
And     bursting     the     clouds,     disclose 

heaven, 

The  haven  of  rest  long  sought, 
The  refuge  for  earth's  weary  wanderers, 
Whom    Love    to    their    home    has 

brought. 
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<£Ucrlas'ting 

Thus    Love    leads    us    out    from    the 
shadows, 

And    Love   breaks    the   bondage   of 

fear, 
And  Love  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven, 

And  heaven  is  always  here. 
Hence  we  live  in  divine  Everpresence, 

We  move  to  the  rhythm  of  Mind, 
And  losing  the  false  and  the  finite, 

Our  heaven  on  earth  we  find. 


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$3ratse  to 


PRAISE  to  God  that  we  are  restless, 
Till  we  find  our  rest  in  Him  ; 
Praise  to  God,  our  cup  is  empty, 

Till  He  fills  it  to  the  brim. 
Praise  to  God  that  we  are  sightless, 
Till  He  lights  our  pathway  dim  ; 
And  our  eyes  behold  the  Saviour, 
And  our  glad  lips  welcome  him. 

Precious  Saviour,  thou  who  gavest 

Us  the  Comforter  and  Guide, 
Thou    whose    book    unlocked    Truth's 
treasures, 

In  whose  light  we  now  abide,  — 
Draw  us  nearer,  lift  us  higher, 

To  the  stature  of  God's  man, 
Let  thy  holy  love,  reflected, 

Light  us  with  its  rainbow  span. 
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to 

Restless  waves  upon  Time's  ocean 

Christ  once  calmed,  with  "Peace  be 

still!" 

When  sense  struggled,  strong  his  plead 
ing,— 

Not  mine,  Father,  but  Thy  will. 
Earth-bound  mortals  felt  the  presence 

Of  the  Christ — of  Love  and  Life; 
Felt  the  peace,  the  rest,  the  gladness, 

Lost  the  sense  of  sin  and  strife. 


Once  again,  as  he  has  promised, 

Comes  the  Christ  to  call  his  own ; 
Once  again  his  sweet  voice  pleadeth, 

"Follow  me,"  in  loving  tone. 
Hear  ye  Jiim,  again  repeating, 

Come  to  me,  Oh !  come  and  see 
Bread  of  heaven,  living  waters, 

Ready,  ever  waiting  thee. 
36 


to 

Hear  him  to  the  troubled  senses 

Speak  again,  the  "Peace  be  still!" 
See  the  multitudes  assemble, 

That  his  love  their  hearts  may  fill. 
See  the  sinner  and  the  sufferer, 

Pressing  to  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
See  the  Word  dispelling  sorrow; 

See,  and  seek  Christ's  blest  retreat. 

Sing  the  song  of  joy  and  gladness! 

Ring  it  out  o'er  hill  and  vale! 
Shout  aloud  the  glad  hosanna: 

Truth  forever  shall  prevail ! 
Christ  is  come,  let  error  vanish, 

Sin  and  sorrow,  pain  and  fears; 
Earth  will  soon  be  filled  with  glory, 

Christ,  our  Lord,  again  appears. 


37 


CfnibrEtt,  J|abe  f>e  anp  Jtleat? 

— Christ  Jesus. 

THE  voice  of  the  Master  was  heard 
by  the  men, 
As  he  spoke  from  the  shore,   on   the 

morning,  when 

He  found  them  weary,  yet  toiling  on 
With  their  nets,  by  the  morning  dawn. 
Cast  your  nets  on  the  other  side! 
How  the  sweet  voice  echoed  over  the 

tide! 
How  their  faith  and  love  arose  once 

more, 
As  they  filled  their  nets,  and  pulled  for 

shore ! 

As  they  saw  the  fire  of  coals,  they  said : 

His  love  has  prepared  the  fish  and  bread. 

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Cfjtlbren,  #?afae  fie 

Oh!   the  blessed   Master  taught   them 

there, 
To  leave  their  nets  and  forsake  their 

care, 

And  prove  the  power  of  the  Word. 
The  gentle  voice  of  Love  divine 
Called    to    his    children,    "Come    and 

dine!" 

The  feast  he  prepared  was  at  their  feet, 
But  they  made  no  move  to  come  and 

eat. 

They  knew  it  was  Jesus  whom  they  saw, 
And  their  hearts  were  filled  with  love 

and  awe. 

Then  his  mighty  love  appeared  again ; 
He  took  the  bread  and  gave  to  them, 
And  also  the  fishes  he  passed  to  eat, 
As   they  knelt   there   at   the   Master's 

feet. 

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Cfjiforen,  J^afce  ge  llnpiHeat? 

To-day  he  speaks  to  his  followers  few: 
Are  you  feeding  my  lambs  as  I  fed  you, 
Are  you  showing  your  love  by  breaking 

the  bread, 
By  healing   the   sick   and   raising   the 

dead? 

Lovest  thou  me?  then  feed  my  sheep, 
And  God  who  works  with  you,  His  pro 
mise  will  keep, 

The  blinded  eyes  will  waken  to  see 
That  error  had  bound  them ; 
That  Truth  has  set  free. 
The  prodigal,  feeding  on  husks,  will  arise, 
As  over  the  sea  the  Master  cries, 
Have  ye  aught  to  eat,  my  children  dear, 
Why  toil  all  night  in  doubt  and  fear? 
Cast  your  net  on  the  other  side, 
And  in  my  promise,  safe  abide; 
Then  draw  it  in,  and  you  shall  find 
The  riches  deep  of  Truth,  or  Mind. 
40 


Cijtlbren, 

Christ's  wondrous  power  is  a  mine  of 

wealth, 

He  gives  us  love,  and  joy  and  health. 
He  fed   the    lambs    on   the   mountain 

steep ; 

Go  thou  and  feed  his  wandering  sheep. 
He  went  on  the  mountain  and  called 

them  in, 
From  the  hill  of  vice,  and  the  valley  of 

sin. 

Go  thou  far  out  on  the  mountain  steep, 
And   shepherd,    and   feed   his   beloved 

sheep. 


Jflee  a*  a 


For  as  the  heavens  are  higher  than  the  earth, 
so  are  my  ways  higher  than  your  ways,  and  my 
thoughts  than  your  thoughts.  —  Isaiah  lv.,  9. 

FLEE  as  a  bird,  from  the  snare  of  the 
fowler  ! 
Flee  to  your  mountain,   ye  faithful 

ones,  flee; 
Preening    your     wings,     soar     beyond 

earth's  illusions, 

Wing  your  flight  far  above  sin's  surg 
ing  sea! 

Losing  the  sound  of  time's  turbulent 

billows, 

Lashed  into  discord  by  sorrow  and 
fear; 

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Jf  Ice  as  a 

Flee  from  the  snare  of  the   merciless 

fowler, 

Rise  till  the  heights  of  your  mountain 
appear ! 

Fold  not  your  wings,  till  you  see  the  sure 

haven, 

Rest  not  on  hill  top,  contented  to  stay; 
Faint,  yet  pursuing,  press  onward  and 

upward, 
Love  goes  before  you,  illuming  the  way. 

Soon  you  will  lose  in   Love's   ratified 

ether, 
Memory  of  fowler,   and   arrow  and 

snare; 
Thoughts  which  are  mortal  will  fade  as 

the  dewdrop, 

Under  the  sunlight  of  God's  loving 
care. 

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Jflec  ag  a  2Bt 

Soon  will  the  power  of  divine  Ever- 

presence 

Wing   every   thought    to   your   con 
sciousness  born ; 
Error    will    vanish    like    mist    on    the 

mountain, 

Gone  like  a  dream  when  you  wake  in 
the  morn. 

Then  in  the  light  of   Mind's   radiant 

effulgence, 
Gilding  the  mountain,  our  wings  we 

may  fold, 
While  Love's  potent  pinions  impel  us 

forever, 
As  infinite  glories  we  raptured  behold. 


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's!  &ob  anb  lobe'*  &taff 


THOU  wouldst  not  be  God,  if  my 
prayer  were  not  heard, 
For  Thou  know'st  how  my  human  with 

anguish  is  stirred, 
How  my  heart  crieth  out  for  Thy  love 

and  Thy  grace, 

As,  through  tears,  I  look  up  to  behold 
Thy  dear  face. 

Thy  smile  dawns  upon  me,   like  soft 
summer  rain 

Upon  theparched  flow'ret,  reviving  again ; 

Or,  like  evening  vespers  when  twilight 
appears, 

To  whisper   Love's  presence  and  dis 
sipate  fears. 

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Uotie's  &o&  anto 

Down  the  vista  of  years  I  gaze,  till  I  pray 
For  Thy  power  to  sustain  me  with  grace 

for  to-day. 
Then  earth's  hopes  and  earth's  idols, 

earth's  cross  and  earth's  care, 
Flee  like  phantoms   before   the   sweet 

pressure  of  prayer. 

Oh!  travail  and  anguish  that  rend  our 

flesh  veil ! 
O  dear  Christ,  whose  power  doth  ever 

prevail ! 
Oh !  eye  of  the  Mother-love,  ear  of  Most 

High, 
That  hears  the  lone  mountain  lamb's 

piteous  cry. 

The  heat  of  the  furnace  has  melted  the 
gold 

Which  awaits  the  impress  of  the  Fash 
ioner's  mould; 

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ILobe'sf  &ob  anb  Hobe'tf 


Oh  !  soon  may  the  gold  lose  its  seeming, 

and  fade, 
Till  His  glorified  substance  my  being 

pervade. 

Now,  Spirit,  or  Truth,  I  perceive  Thine 

idea, 
The   perfect    reflection    of    Love    doth 

appear, 
The  image  long  looked  for,   and  long 

vainly  sought, 
Appears,  Love's  true  likeness,  by  God's 

wisdom  wrought. 

And  now  I  respond  to  omnipotent  Love 
The  deluge  is  over,  returned  is  the  dove. 
The  face  of  the  Father  I  ever  behold, 
As  His  perfect  ideas  forever  unfold. 


47 


Arise,  and  let  us  go  again  to  our  own  people,  and 
to  the  land  of  our  nativity,  from  the  oppressing 
sword. — Jeremiah  xlvi.,  16. 

ARISE !  let  us  stand  in  the  strength 
of  our  God! 

Let  us  slumber  no  more  in  the  dream ; 
Let  us  go  to  our  people,  the  home  of  our 

birth, 
Our  heavenly  dominion  redeem ! 

Let  us  dare  to  resist  all  attacks  of  the  foe, 
With  our  weapon  of  warfare — the 
Word! 

Till  the  enemy  falters  and  falls  at  our  feet, 
With  his  broken,  defeated  sword. 

Oh !  great  is  our  God,  He  delivers  His  own, 
He  carries  the  lambs  in  His  arms, 
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He  tenderly  shields  them  and  guides  and 

supports, 
Oh !  His  mighty  love,  error  disarms. 

He  turns  back  the  tide,  that  else  might 

submerge, 
He    speaks    to    the    raging    waves, 

"Peace;" 
His  voice  you  may  hear,  if  you  list  to 

His  call, 

And   your   sorrow   and   sighing   will 
cease. 

Arise,  then,  ye  prostrate!  no  longer  bow 

down 

To  idols  of  matter,  or  gold ! 
Arise  in  the  strength  of  your  Christ,  and 

return 
To  your  people,  your  Shepherd,  and 

fold! 
4  49 


Hobe  JGSatcfje*  <0ber 


1  GAZED  upon  a  sin-bound  world, 
By  fear  and  care  oppressed, 
Asleep  in  error's  thrall. 
I  asked,  "What  meaneth  this?" 
I  heard,  "God  is  Omnipotent; 
This  is  a  dream,  —  it  is  not  real, 
Love  watches  over  all." 

The  soft  voice  spake  so  tenderly, 
It  seemed  so  near  to  me, 

And  like  an  angel's  call, 
I  listened,  till  I  heard  again, 
"God  is  Omnipotent,  —  this  is  a  dream,* 

Love  watches  over  all." 

And  then  I  heard  the  brooklet  sing, 
And  birds  in  matin  song, 
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©bcr  811 

Chant,  "  Ne'er  did  sparrow  fall 
Without  its  Father's  notice,  for 
Love  watches  over  all, 
Love  watches  over  all." 

I  saw  the  lily  droop  her  head, 
Beneath  the  sultry  heat 

Of  noonday  Sol ; 

A  raindrop  fell  with  cooling  kiss, 
And  whispered,  "Love  hath  sent  you 
this, 

Love  watches  over  all." 

I  saw  strong  manhood  yield  to  fears, 
And  age  o'ercome  with  many  years, 

And  heard  them  cry,  "I  fall." 
And  then  I  heard  the  voice  again, 
Like  angels,  in  one  grand  amen, — 

"Love  watches  over  all." 


Uobc  Mlatdjcs  <Dbcr  8U 


Thus  bird  and  lily,  youth  and  age, 

Once  blind  in  error's  thrall, 
Awake  to  Truth,  and  losing  self, 
See  Christ,  and  sing  the  joyous  song  — 
'  '  Love  watches  over  all  ! 
Love  watches  over  all!" 


Jfrtenb,  (go  3U 

— Christ  Jesus.     Luke  xiv.,  10. 

OH  Wanderer  in  the  valley  of  mat 
ter  and  of  sin ! 

Hearest  thou  the  loving  message:  Be 
loved,  enter  in  ? 
The  call  is  now  and  ever,  Come  unto  me 

and  rest, 

From    sorrow,    sin,    and    sickness — oh, 
listen  and  be  blest. 

This  valley  is  enveloped  with  shadows, 

weird  and  dim ; 
And  they  who  tread  its  mazes,  see  never 

aught  of  him 

53 


Jfnenb,  &o  fcjp 

Who  walked  the  vale  of  error,  and 
climbed  the  mountain  height, 

And  showed  the  world  the  pathway  from 
darkness  unto  light. 


He  knew  Causation — Principle,  ac 
knowledged  Christ,  not  creed; 

He  proved  the  power  of  Truth  or  Mind, 
and  they  who  run  may  read ; 

He  trod  upon  the  serpents,  they 
straightway  lost  their  sting; 

He  touched  the  sense  of  blindness,  the 
light  came  flooding  in. 


He  spake  to  sense  of  deafness,  it  van 
ished  at  the  call; 

The  helpless  and  the  sorrowing,  his  ten 
der  love  healed  all; 
54 


jfnenli,  <§o  ® 

The  Word  of  Life  so  potent,  the  Master 

understood ; 
The  power  of  Love  so  mighty,  he  knew 

was  ever  Good. 


He  calleth,  Come  ye  weary,  and  cast 
your  burden  down; 

Oh!  turn  from  sense  and  matter,  re 
splendent  shines  the  crown. 

The  Truth  is  ever  with  you,  it  frees  the 
fettered  sense, 

Why  tarry  in  the  valley,  whose  shadows 
are  so  dense? 


This  valley  is  illusion,  the  Adam-dream 

of  sin, 
Belief  of  life  in  matter,  which  mortals 

linger  in. 

55 


Jfrtenb, 


To-day  the  Christ  is  calling,  Go  higher, 

friend,  go  on 
Above  the  foul  miasma  of  sin,  and  sense, 

and  wrong. 


Above  the  sense  of  evil,  rise  higher,  day 

by  day; 
Pursuing,  ever  following,  the  voice  of 

God  obey ; 
Till  far  above  the  echo  of  sorrow,  sin, 

and  care, 
You  see  no  valley  shadows,   no  error 

clouds  you  there. 


Have  you  struggled  in  the  valley,  and 

felt  its  sting  and  pain, 
Have  you  longed  to  leave  behind  you  its 

sorrowful  refrain, 
56 


Jfrienb,  <&o  23 

Have  you  heard  the  voice,  "Go  higher," 
and  could  not  find  the  way, 

Did  clouds  shut  in,  and  hide  the  mount, 
did  error  lead  astray  ? 

Oh!  list,  the  sweet  voice  soundeth  yet, 

Son,  daughter,  follow  me! 
My  loving  arms  encircle,   though  my 

face  you  may  not  see ! 
The  Christ  is  ever  calling,  Fear  not,  dear 

one,  but  find 
Beyond  the  vale  of  matter,  the  mountain 

bright  of  Mind. 


57 


D 


leab  us  to  tfjc  infinite 

EAR    Saviour,    lead    us    to    the 

Infinite, 

And  lift  us  up  with  thy  dear  love,  to  Life ! 
O  Christ  of  God  hear,  while  we  whisper 

it, 
The  Word  destroys  all  sickness,  sin,  and 

strife. 

We    dimly    see    our    Father's    guiding 

thought, 
And  Mother-love  with  heavenly  healing 

fraught. 
We  know  Thy  voice,  it  counsels,  cheers, 

and  chides, 
And     Mother-love     for     every     want 

provides. 

58 


Ucab  H*  to  tljc  Infinite 

O   Parent   arms,    encircling   each   dear 

child ; 
O  voice  so  tender,  loving,  sweet,  and 

mild ; 

O  palpitating  presence  of  the  law 
Of  Life,  and  Love,  and  Truth,  which 

sense  ne'er  saw. 
We  hear  Thy  Word,  its  power  sets  us 

free; 
Thy  love  shall  lead  us,  till  we  wake  with 

Thee. 


59 


art  not  jFar  from  tfje 


The  Kingdom  of  Heaven  is  within  you. 

—  Christ  Jesus. 

(Watchman) 

THOU  art  not  far  from  the  King 
dom, 

Not  far  from  thy  heavenly  Home; 
Why  runnest  thou  hither  and  thither, 
Why  longer  continue  to  roam  ? 

(Traveller) 

Oh!  where  is  this  Kingdom  of  Heaven 
Oh,  where  is  this  blest  abode? 

I  have  lingered  so  long  in  the  shadows, 
I  fear  I  have  lost  the  road. 
60 


art  not  Jfar  from  tfje  lU 


Can  you,  who  have  heard  the  Master, 
And  followed  the  voice  of  Love, 

Till  it  led  you  out  of  the  darkness, 
Lead  me  to  the  realms  above? 

(Watchman) 

We   can   show   you   the    Chart,    dear 
seeker, 

And  point  to  His  Word  so  true; 
We  can  lovingly  walk  beside  you, 

But  the  work  is  for  each  to  do. 

(Traveller) 

But  how  may  I  find  the  true  path, 

For  I  must  no  longer  stray; 
If  I  am  so  near  to  His  Kingdom, 

Why  may  I  not  see  it  to-day  ? 
If  you  have  discerned  the  morning, 

That  dawns  for  the  faithful  here, 
61 


art  not  Jfar  from  tfjc  litngbom 

Do  not  let  me  stray  in  the  gloaming, 
Till  its  light  shall  disappear. 

(Watchman) 

The  "little  book"  is  the  Leader, 
Its  Author  opened  the  seals 

Of  the  Word  of  God,  and  unfolded, 
The  mystery  Love  reveals. 

(Traveller) 

And  what  is  the  name  of  the  volume, 
Possessing  such  wondrous  power, 

A  comforter  sure  it  must  be, 

A  strength  in  each  darksome  hour. 

(Watchman) 

The  Comforter  we  have  proved  it, 
It  calls  to  His  children — Come  in ! 

It  opens  the  gates  of  Heaven, 
And  shuts  them  on  sickness  and  sin, 
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art  not  Jfar  from  ttjc  lUngbom 

Right  here  is  the  heavenly  Kingdom ; 
You  may  clasp  the  Father's  hand ; 
Here    is    Mother,     and     Home,     and 

Heaven, 

And  here  is  the  angel  band. 
Oh,  searcher  for  heavenly  riches, 

Would  you  know  this  mine  of  wealth, 
Do    you    long    for    the    Key    to    the 

Kingdom  ? 

You    will   find    it   in    "Science   and 
Health." 

Science  and  Health  with  Key  to  the  Scriptures,  by 
Mary  Baker  Eddy. 


Verses  by  a  Student  sent  with  roses  on  Christmas 
Day. 

THY    Christmas   tree  hangs  heavy 
laden 

With  gifts  far  more  precious  than  gold ; 
Aye,  even  with  good  deeds  resplendent, 

Whose  numbers  will  never  be  told. 
How  blessed  to  know  that  thy  mission 

Is  to  minister  daily,  to  those 
Who,  in  the  swift  march  of  existence, 
Sink  down  'neath  the  weight  of  their 

woes. 
Full  many  a  faint,  weary  flower 

Hath  been  with  new  vigor  supplied, 
Which,  but  for  thy  sweet  ministration, 
Might  long  since  have  faded  and  died. 
64 


I  never  have  sought  thee,  and  found 

thee 

Too  busy  to  lend  me  thine  ear; 
Or,    to   beam   with    a   sweet   smile   of 

welcome, 
Which   could   not   but  fill  me  with 

cheer. 
These  flowers,  so  seemingly  fragile, 

Are  yet  burden-bearers  for  me; 
Consenting  to  carry  a  message 
Of  love,  from  thy  student  to  thee. 

D.  F. 

New  York  City, 
Christmas,  1899. 

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to  tfje  Cfjrtetmaa  $oem 


YES,  my  Christmas  tree  hangs  heavy 
laden 
With  treasures   more  precious  than 

gold; 

And  the  angels  unite  in  my  vespers, 
As  I  ponder  their  value  untold. 

Its  branches  are  weighted  with  pure 
thoughts, 

Which  I  hung  one  by  one  on  Life's  tree  ; 
Till  the  sunshine  of  love-light  reveal&d 

These  jewels  of  Spirit  to  me. 

It  is  blessed  to  know  that  our  Saviour 
Has  called  me  to  gather  his  own  ; 

To  watch,  and  to  guide,  and  present  them 
Ea~h  a  perfect,  a  tried  living  stone. 
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&eplp  to 

A.S  I,  faint  and  weary,  have  listened 
For  the  Shepherd's  voice,  far  on  the 

height, 
I  have  heard  the  lone  mountain  lamb 

bleating, 
And  have  tarried  to  give  it  Love's  light. 

I    have    oft    heard    the    voice    of    the 

Master, 
Calling,  "Lovest  thou  me?     Feed  my 

sheep," 

And  I  quickened  my  earnest  endeavor 
Up  the  mountain  path,  rugged  and 
steep. 

Not  the  wealth  of  the  Indies,  if  offered, 

Could  purchase  one  jewel  from  me, 
Which  I  found  in  the  rough,  and  have 

polished 

Till  its  prism  hues  flash  from  my  tree. 
6? 


&eplp  to  tfje  Cljrtatma* 

There    is    one    minor    chord    in    my 

anthem, 
But    which    Love   is    attuning    each 

day, 

As  I  think  of  the  gems  that  have  fallen, 
Ere  Love's  minstrel  had  finished  her 
lay. 

Yes,  my  Christmas  tree  is  heavy  laden, 
But  its  branches  are  mighty  to  hold 

Every  gem,  which  the  dear  Love  has 

given, 
Every  wanderer  once  in  my  fold. 

The  flowers  so  pure  and  so  fragrant, 
Brought  quickly  your  message  to  me, 

And  I  forward  my  love,  on  the  wings  of 

a  dove, 
My  dear  faithful  student,  to  thee. 

December  27,  1899. 

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letter  to  ©ur  Jielobeb  leaber 
from     er  Uambfun* 


Reply  to  the  beautiful  poem,  written  by 
Mary  Baker  G.  Eddy  to  the  Sunday  School  Children 
of  First  Church  of  Christ,  Scientist,  New  York,  N.  Y. 
(The  Christian  Science  Journal,  May,  1899.) 

JESUS  loves  you,  so  do  we, 
Little  children  though  we  be. 
Little  hearts  that  Mother-love 
In  your  bosom  broods  above; 

Little  feet  that  you  have  led, 
In  the  paths  of  love  to  tread  ; 
Little  ones  whom  you  have  taught, 
How  the  deeds  of  Christ  were  wrought. 

Little  eyes  that  beamed  with  bliss, 
When  dear  Mother  sent  us  this  — 
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Hctter  to  <£ur  JSelofaeb  Heabcr 

Sweetest  poem  ever  read, 
Tis  a  table  for  us  spread. 

Little  ears,  will  learn  to  list 
For  your  loving  voice,  we  wist, 
And  will  follow  all  the  Way 
Mother's  footsteps,  day  by  day. 

Know  we  well  who  gave  us  Mother; 
Taught  us  all  to  love  each  other; 
And  the  love  we  send  to-day, 
God's  dear  love,  is  yours  alway. 

April,  1899. 


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Jftrm 


He  that  belie  veth  on  me,  the  works  that  I  do 
shall  he  do  also  ;  and  greater  works  than  these  shall 
he  do;  because  I  go  unto  my  Father. 

—  Christ  Jesus. 

DARE  to  stand  forth  in  the  strength 
of  his  promise! 
Wield  the  sword  fearlessly,  whet  with 

his  love; 
Dare  to  tread  firmly  on  serpents  and 

scorpions  ! 

"They  shall  not  sting  you,"  resounds 
from  above. 

Christ  bids  you  rise  to  your  conscious 

dominion  ; 

Life   calls    to    action,    obey    Truth's 
behest  ; 


Jf  trm 


Love's  constant   whisper  is,    "Man  is 

immortal,  " 

Dear  one,  press  on  to  the  realms  of  the 
blest  ! 

Sweeter   than    lullabies,    sung   by    the 

mother; 
Clearer  than  ocean's  roar,  heard  in  the 

shell; 
Softer  than  zephyrs,  the  voice  of  the 

Father— 

'  '  Child  I  am  with  thee,  fear  not,  all  is 
well." 

Then  let  us  dare  to  stand,  firm  as  an 

anvil, 
Holding  the  banner  of  Science,  our 

King; 

Ever  rejoicing  that  Love  is  the  victor, 
As  daily  our  sheaves  to  the  Master  we 
bring  ! 

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Jf  irm 


"Love  one  another."     Oh!  hark  to  his 

pleading. 
Follow,  and  bring  in  my  lambs  as  they 

ro^.m. 
Love  goes   before   you,    dispelling   the 

shadows  ; 

List  to  the  mountain  horn  calling  you 
home. 

Then  following  our  Leader,   our  love- 

crowned  Leader, 
Who    guides    us    so    safely    through 

matter's  dark  vale, 
Let  us  watch  for  Love's  hand,  as  we 

climb  Mind's  bright  mountain, 
Nor  lay  down  the  sword  till  its  summit 
we  scale! 


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JBear  S>tubentg  anb 
Cfjurcj)  JJlembers 


FEAR    not,    little  flock,    'tis  your 
Father's  good  pleasure, 
To  give  you  the  kingdom,"  the  robe 

and  the  ring. 
Fear  not  the  mad  foe,  who  beholding 

'  your  triumph, 

Pursues  to  destroy  with  the  merciless 
sting. 


Take  heart,  the  avenger  cannot   over 

throw  you  ; 

The   Cause  is  the   Lord's,   and   the 
victory  sure; 
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Bear 

Press    on    in    the    race    for    immortal 

dominion, 

Nor  turn  back  to  idols — resist  and 
endure. 


Then  raise  high  the  standard  of  Truth, 

as  you  follow 
Your  Shepherd,   who  leads  to  life's 

pastures  immense; 
He  folds,  and  protects  from  the  wolf, 

and  the  prowler, 

Who  lure  to  o'erthrow  in  the  valley  of 
sense. 


Awake  to  your  birthright !    And,  guided 

by  wisdom, 

Communing  with  Spirit,  the  quicken 
ing  dove, 

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Co  4ttp  Bear 


You  will  soar,  as  a  bird,  beyond  each 

sin-barbed  arrow, 

And  rest,  safe  in  joyous  omnipotent 
Love. 


29obe  of 


Written  after  reading  the  poem  entitled,  "Signs  of 
the  Heart,"  by  Mary  Baker  G.  Eddy.  (The  Christ 
ian  Science  Journal,  July,  1899.) 

ODOVE  of  the  white  wings, 
Soaring  so  near; 
O  sign  of  the  great  Heart 

Which  banishes  fear; 
O  Love,  which  is  Infinite, 

Seal  us  thine  own  ; 

And  lead  us  to  worship 

The  Father  alone! 

O  Heart  of  the  Motherhood, 

Brooding  above, 
Soft  voicing  Thy  message 

Through  Love's  chosen  love, 

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Qobc  of  $)eace 

Hear  gratitude  voiceless 

And  prayers  without  speech, 

Which  soar  like  the  dove, 
Heaven's  portals  to  reach. 

Oh!  fill  us  with  meekness 

To  sit  at  her  feet, 
Who  teaches  the  pathway 

To  Love's  blest  retreat, 
Who  leads  Israel's  army 

In  paths  Jesus  trod, 
The  highway  of  holiness, 

Leading  to  God. 


IN  the  secret  of  Love's  presence, 
'Neath  the  covert  of  Her  wings, 
While  the  tempest  rages  wildly, 
And  the  dove  no  message  brings ; 
'Mid  the  thundering  of  error, 

And  the  lightning  flash  in  sky, 
I  am  waiting  in  the  darkness; — 
Watching  till  the  clouds  roll  by. 

Faintly     gleams     the     light     through 

shadows ; 

Rifts  within  the  clouds  appear; 
While  the  lull  of  angry  tempest 

Falls  upon  the  listening  ear. 
Soon  the  sunburst  of  Love's  presence, 
Radiant,  joy  inspiring,  strong, 
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Sunlight  of  Uobc's 

Fills  the  heart  with  bliss  and  beauty, 
Wakes  the  Jubilate  song. 

Dreams  and  shadows  flit  and  vanish, 

Mortal  concepts  fade  apace; 
Earth  is  rilled  with  light  and  glory ; 

Everywhere  God's  smile  we  trace. 
Could  we  see  through  Spirit's  concept, 

Could  we  hear  through  Spirit's  sense, 
There  would  be  no  angry  tempest ; 

There  would  be  no  shadows  dense. 

Through  the  wilderness  we  journey, 

Meeting  fears,  a  spectral  band ; 
And  like  children,  faint  with  terror, 

Cry,  "O  Father,  take  my  hand!" 
Close  the  dear  Love  ever  hovers, 

Never  absent — ever  near,— 
Hears  our  call,  and  folds,  and  soothes  us, 

Wipes  away  each  falling  tear. 
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Hwnligfrt  of  Hobe'g  $res;ence 

Can  we  falter, — can  we  ever 

Fear  to  meet  earth's  phantoms  grim, 
Since  with  tender  care  God  watches 

Over  all  who  trust  in  Him  ? 
Joys  immortal  are  our  birthright; 

Life  eternal  spans  our  sky ; 
Love  is  victor;  Truth  has  triumphed; 

Clouds  and  tempests  have  rolled  by. 


81 


Hobe  2@otfj  (gutbe 


Reply  to  a  poem  entitled,  "Satisfied,"  written  by 
Mary  Baker  G.  Eddy.  (The  Christian  Science 
Journal,  February,  1900.) 

WHEN  Love  doth  guide, 
And  we  abide 
In  Her,  our  Life, 
The  dove  of  peace, 
Brings  quick  release, 
From  sin  and  strife. 

Alone  with  God 
Our  Master  trod 

Gethsemane; 
Nor  turned  awhile, 
To  gain  the  smile 

Of  Pharisee. 
82 


Hobe  Botij 

Shall  we  forsooth, 
Forsake  our  Truth, 

When  foes  appear? 
God  mighty  is, 
And  we  are  His; 

Love  has  no  fear. 

Love,  like  the  light, 
Puts  hate  to  flight, 

And  envy's  darts; 
She  wings  Her  own, 
Doth  joy  enthrone 

In  humble  hearts. 

The  Nazarene 
Of  humble  mien, 

Won  victory's  crown; 
Love's  labors  blest, 
He  found  sweet  rest 

Beyond  hate's  frown. 
83 


ILoUc  Dotfj 

Love's  welcome  voice, 
(Her  holy  choice) 

Bids  mortals  rise 
From  sin's  dark  night 
To  see  the  light 

Of  Paradise. 

All  praise  to  God, 
For  her  who  trod 

The  wine-press,  lone; 
Whose  cup  of  woe 
Did  overflow 

Sin  to  atone. 

Let  anthems  tell, 
Let  chimes  of  bell 

Proclaim  the  Bride! 
Love,  robed  in  light, 
Is  radiant,  white, 

And  "satisfied." 

January  25,  1900. 

84 


DEAR  Love,  as  we  near  Thee,  how 
thin  seems  the  cloud 
Which  hides  from  our  vision  Thy  face, 

like  a  shroud! 
In  Thy  light  we  see  light;  in  Thy  love 

and  grace, 

Heaven's  portals  swing  open,    we  see 
face  to  face. 

False  concepts  no  longer  form  images 

grim, 
Which  lure,  and  deceive,  and  conceal 

from  us  Him 
Whose  Life  is  our  life,  and  whose  likeness 

we  trace 
In  Love's  mirrored  love,  on  humanity's 

face. 

85 


JDatoning 

Love  dissipates  terror,  and  bids  phan 
toms  flee; 

She  calls  to  earth's  wanderers,  "Love 
careth  for  thee." 

She  sings  Her  sweet  lullaby,  ' '  Mother  is 
near, 

Now  rest  on  my  bosom,  there  is  nothing 
to  fear." 

O  heart  of  the  Mother-love,  God  with  us 

here, 
Our  paeans  of  gratitude  rise,  full  and 

clear. 
For  Thy  chosen  Way-shower,  holy  and 

true, 
Who  leads  past  the  hill-crest,  till  heaven 

we  view. 


86 


VHoleetetn 

Name  o'  a  cottage  on  an  island  off  the  coast  of 
Maine. 

WOLEEWIN!  Woleewin!  O  haven 
of  rest, 

Thy    manifold    beauties    can    not    be 
expressed ; 

Thy  sheltering  protection  from  tumult 
and  care, 

Thy     peaceful     seclusion     inviting     to 
prayer. 

Thy    bulwarks,    resisting    the    storm- 
crested  wave, 

Thy  towering  beacon,  alluring  to  save; 

Thine  arms,  ever  open,  thy  smile,  ever 
sweet, 

Woleewin,      Woleewin,      O      peaceful 
retreat. 

87 


ffiBoleetoin 

When  weary  contending  with  sense  and 

with  sin, 
The  heart  sighs  for  respite,  for  heaven 

within, — 
When  the  human  cries  out  for  the  rest 

and  the  goal, 
When  the  sea  surges  over  the  struggling 

soul,— 
When  the  carnal  opposes  the  Christ,  till 

we  pray 
That  earth's  night  may  give  place  to 

God's  radiant  day, — 
Then  Woleewin !    Woleewin !  thy  silence 

and  peace 
Invite  to  communion,  and  bid  tumult 

cease. 


As  thine  arms  enfold  all  who  enter  thy 
door, 

88 


May  they  lose  the  last  echo  of  error's 

mad  roar; 
May  they  look  through  thy  windows, 

an^i  gazing  afar, 
Catch  a  glimpse  of  the  real  in  the  type  of 

a  star, 
Till  the  spiritual  sense  shall  roll  back  the 

cloud, 
The  flesh-veiled  vision  which  hangs  like 

a  shroud; 
And  Love  shall  reveal  God's  world  to 

their  view, 
Dear   Woleewin,    sweet    haven,    adieu, 

adieu ! 


89 


Coulb  genot  OTatclj? 


Could  ye  not  watch  with  me  one  hour? 

— Christ  Jesus. 


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i  RAVE  wrestler  for  the  prize  of  Life 

eternal, 
Treading  alone  earth's  rugged  paths  to 

light, 

Art  thou  so  weary  of  thy  self-denials, 
So  tired  of  thy  crosses  and  thy  trials  ? 
List !  to  the  voice  of  Christ  across  the  sea, 
Can'st  thou  not  watch  one  hour  more 
with  me? 

Can'st  thou  not  suffer,  calm  in  tribu 
lation, 

Knowing  that  Christ  himself  before 
thee  goes, 

90 


Coulb 


Leading  thee  to  thy  heavenly  habitation, 
Beyond  this  storm-tossed  dream  of 
nain  and  woes? 

O  soldier,  sleep  not  on  thy  sword,  but 

watch  thee 
One    little    hour,    until    thy    Christ 

appears  ; 
And  the  "Well  done;  ye  faithful,  blessed 

are  ye 

Who  steadfast  onward  press"  —  shall 
hush  thy  fears. 

There   is   no   royal   road   to   heavenly 

treasure; 
The  pathway  does  not  lead  through 

human  pride; 
But  meekness,  faith,  and  love,  must  fill 

the  measure 
We  humbly  offer  to  the  Glorified. 


Coulb  He  notlZlatcij? 

O  patient  watcher  with  thy  heavenly 

Leader, 
One    little    hour    longer    pray    and 

wait  !— 
And    thou   shalt    find    the    meek    and 

earnest  pleader, 

Faith    crowned,    triumphant,    opens 
heaven's  gate. 


92 


Spiritual 


THERE'S  an  eye  beyond  the  human, 
That  beholdeth  only  good, 
That  sees  God's  vast  creation 

And  man's  real  brotherhood; 
That  looks  on  things  supernal, 

Rejoicing  in  the  light 
Which  revealeth  perfect  Wisdom, 
Omnipotence  and  might. 

There's  an  ear  beyond  the  finite, 

Which  hears  only  words  of  peace, 
Which  lists  to  sweetest  harmonies 

That  never,  never  cease; 
Which  hears  the  constant  melody 

Of  soul-reviving  Life, 
And  nothing  knows  of  finite  sense, 

Of  sin  and  human  strife. 
93 


Spiritual 

There's  a  sense  that  tastes  the  real, 

And  sees  that  God  is  good ; 
Whose  delights  are  rare  unfoldings 

Of  the  blessed  Fatherhood ; 
Whose  silent  speech,  the  thought  of  God, 

Expressed  in  His  idea, 
Has  sweetest  taste  of  Life  and  Love, 

And  never  taste  of  fear. 

There's  a  Power,  a  mighty  Presence, 

Which  sustains  immortal  man, 
Which  he  feels  is  Life  eternal, 

For  he  knows  man  ne'er  began. 
Forever  with  the  Father, 

He  feeleth  joy  and  rest, 
Unfoldeth,  as  the  lily 

On  the  water's  peaceful  breast. 

There's  a  sense  beyond  the  finite, 
Which  inhales  God's  atmosphere, 
94 


Spiritual 


And  smells  the  sweet  aroma 
Of  Love's  flowers  ever  near; 

Which  wanders  in  His  garden, 
Drinking  in  the  perfumes  rare, 

And  nothing  knows  of  planting, 
Of  watering,  nor  of  care. 

Thus  seeing,  hearing,  taste,  and  smell, 

And  feeling,  are  divine  ; 
And    prayers,    like    censers'    perfumes 
rise, 

"O  Father,  we  are  Thine." 
Then,  turning  from  the  mortal, 

And  gazing  on  the  goal, 
We  lose  our  finite  sense  of  self, 

And  find  our  sense  in  Soul. 


95 


Ptrbte's  Greeting  to 
Heaber 


Verses  sent  with  caged  canary  to  Mrs.  Eddy. 

IF  a  little  bird  may  say 
What  is  in  his  heart  to-day, 
I  would  say,  "A  song  of  glee 
Motherhood  of  God  for  thee." 

If  you  ask,  "Why  come  you  here?" 
I  will  say,  "Your  home  to  cheer, 
Life,  Love,  Truth,  the  whole  day  long 
Is  the  burden  of  my  song." 

At  the  early  morning  dawn 
I  will  sing,  "Our  Christ  is  born." 
And  when  dawn  fades  from  our  sight, 
I  will  sing,  "Let  there  be  light." 
96 


JSirbte's  (Greeting  to  <Dur  Header 

As  the  light  appears  to  men 
I  will  sing,  ' '  Amen !    Amen ! ' ' 
When  the  full-orbed  sun  appears — 
I     will     sing,     "Love     cheers!     Love 
cheers!" 

And  as  love  appears  to  me 
I  will  sing,  "Truth  sets  me  free!" 
Loud  I'll  sing,  "God  is  the  power 
Moving  me  from  hour  to  hour." 

If  you  ask,  "Who  told  you  so?" 
I  will  sing,  "You  know,  you  know, 
Who  has  taught  the  world  to  see 
God's  idea,  in  man  and  me. 

' '  Turned  us  from  the  finite  sense 
To  the  Infinite  immense, 
From  the  human  flesh-veiled  view 
To  the  spiritual  and  true." 
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Cfje  Jgtrfcic'g  (Greeting  to  €>ur  ILeaber 

I  will  sing  a  tend'rer  song 
And  its  glad  refrain  prolong, 
I  will  trill,  Life,  Truth  and  Love, 
Echoing  the  choirs  above. 

As  the  sun  sinks  in  the  West 
I  will  sing,  "Beloved,  rest." 
When  the  twilight  hour  draws  near 
I  will  softly  sing,  "Good  cheer." 

And  when  shadows  chase  the  light 
I  will  sing,  "There  is  no  night," 
Then  will  darkness  flee  away 
As  I  sing,  "Behold  God's  day." 

If  I  listen,  I  shall  hear, 
' '  Birdie,  you  are  God's  idea, 
Sent  to  chant  your  merry  lay 
Lovingly  to  cheer  my  way." 


98 


i^trbtc's  Greeting  to  €>ur  Heafcer 


Then  how  blithely  I  will  sing 
Praises  to  our  Saviour  King, 
Join  with  you  the  matin  song, 
Sing  with  you  the  whole  day  long  — 
'  '  God  is  Love  and  God  is  good, 
Birdie,  and  God's  Motherhood." 
Hymn  of  gratitude  repeat 
As  I  rest  in  Love's  retreat. 


99 


A  TRIBUTE 

OF 
LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE 

To  OUR 
LEADER  AND  TEACHER 

THE  REVEREND 

MARY  BAKER  EDDY 

DISCOVERER  AND  FOUNDER  OF 

CHRISTIAN  SCIENCE 

AND  AUTHOR 

OF  ITS  TEXT  BOOK 

SCIENCE  AND  HEALTH 

WITH  KEY  TO  THE 

SCRIPTURES 

Inscription  on  First  Church  of  Christ 
Scientist,  New  York  City. 

100 


Written  during  the  erection  of  First  Church  of 
Christ,  Scientist,  New  York  City,  1903. 

SING  a  psalm  of  victory, 
Children  of  the  King! 
Let  your  harvest  home-song 
Strengthen  upward  wing ! 

Sing,  till  mount  and  valley 

Echo  gladsome  strain ! 
Till  earth's  weary  wanderers 

Sound  the  grand  refrain ! 

Sing  a  sweeter,  stronger 

Hymn,  of  Love's  great  power! 

Ring  out  glad  hosannas 
In  this  triumph  hour! 
101 


Tell  in  song  the  story, — 
Christ  has  come,  to  bring 

Life  to  sin-blind  mortals, 
Health  to  wounded  wing ! 

Church  of  Christ  uprising, 

Silent  voice  of  Love, 
Steadfast,  calm,  majestic, 

Type  of  Church  above ! 

Sing  ye  true  and  faithful, 
Valiant,  brave,  and  strong ! 

Ring  the  chimes  from  tower, 
Hymns  of  praise  prolong! 

Love's  sweet  harvest  home-song 

Vintage  bells  resound ; 
God  is  in  His  temple, 

And  His  own  are  crowned. 

• 


102 


Jf  atfjer'si 


O'ER  the  billowy  waves  of  fear 
Hark  !  the  Father's  voice  I  hear. 
Child  of  my  most  tender  care, 
Fear  no  foe,  no  earthly  snare, 
I  am  all  in  all  to  thee, 
Truth  and  Love  hath  made  thee  free. 

O'er  the  sobbing  sea  of  woe 
Comes  a  voice,  so  sweet  and  low, 
All  is  joy  and  rest  and  peace, 
Let  thy  weary  yearning  cease, 
Dry  thine  eyes,  thou  art  not  sad, 
Truth  and  Love  hath  made  thee  glad. 

In  the  grass,  the  flower,  the  tree, 
Speaks  the  Father's  voice  to  me. 
103 


Jfatfjer'*  \Joice 

I  am  Thy  eternal  wealth, 
I  am  Thy  eternal  health, 
Thou  art  rich  for  thou  art  Mine, 
And  the  whole  of  heaven  is  thine. 


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Thanksgiving  Day 

TO  Thy  table  richly  laden, 
Mother  mine, 
I  have  heard  the  invitation, 

Come  and  dine  ! 
Feed  Thou  my  immortal  cravings, 

Father  mine, 
Break  for  me  the  bread  of  heaven, 

Love  divine. 

Let  Thy  substance  full  and  deep, 
O'er  my  famished  heart-strings  sweep, 
Till  my  hunger  Thou  dost  feed 
With  the  living  bread  I  need. 

105 


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From  Thy  table  richly  laden, 

Mother  mine, 
With  th'  eternal  bread  of  God 

And  royal  wine, 
Let  me  look  to  Thee  alone, 
Give  me  bread,  remove  the  stone, 
Thus  by  Thee,  O  Father,  fed, 
Give  me  ever  substance-bread. 


Living,  pure,  reviving  waters, 

Mother  mine, 
Flow  from  Thee,  Thou  Source  immortal, 

Mind  divine, 

Can  I  thirst  when  Thou  art  near, 
Can  I  hunger,  can  I  fear? 
No!  I  find  my  all  in  Thee, 
And  Thy  love  hath  made  me  free. 
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So  I,  joyous,  daily  journey, 

On  the  Way, 
Watch,  .jnd  work,  and  wait,  and  sing, 

And  love  and  pray, 
By  Thine  affluence  daily  fed, 
By  Thy  love-light  ever  led, 
I  shall  safe  in  Love  abide, 
Rest  in  Thee — be  satisfied. 


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SHEPHERD,     hear     my     pleading 
prayer, 

Father,  take  my  h»and, 
Light  the  torch,  and  lead  the  way 
Through  time's  desert  land. 

I  am  longing  for  the  day 
Promised  by  our  Lord, 
Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way, 

Father-Mother  God. 

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Guide  me,  Saviour,  lest  I  stray, 
Firmly  clasp  my  hand, 

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Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way, 
All  my  steps  command. 

Dear  Christ,  thou  my  strength,  and  stay, 

Thou  my  joy,  my  song : 
Light  the  path  and  lead  the  way, 

Through  time's  phantom  throng. 

Thus  I  fearless  walk,  and  pray, 

Father,  guard  Thy  child, 
Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way 

Through  the  tempest  wild. 

Father — Mother — Love  divine, 

Life  in  Thee  I  find ; 
Light  the  path  and  lead  the  way 

To  my  home  in  Mind. 


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Bttrine  (Sutbance 

Oh !  Parent  arms  encircle  me  to-day, 
And  draw  me  closer,  as  I  trust  and  pray. 

I  CANNOT  lose  the  way, 
If  Thou  dost  guide. 
I  cannot  stray  nor  fail, 

Whate'er  betide. 

Oh!  Parent  arms  encircle  me  to-day, 
And  draw  me  closer,  as  I  trust  and  pray. 

In  Thy  pure  light  of  love 

I  see  Thy  man. 
Thy  mirrored  image, 

Perfect,  real,  I  scan. 
The  earth-mists  vanish, 

Love  reveals  Her  smile, 
And  gently  whispers, 

"Bide  with  me  awhile." 
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Yes,  gentle  Presence,  Love, 

We  linger  here, 
While  shadows  vanish 

And  Thy  voice  we  hear 
In  tender  tones, 

And  tremulous  and  true, 
"This  is  My  image 

Face  to  face  with  you. 

'  '  This  is  My  likeness,  this 

My  perfect  plan, 
My  image  radiant 

In  the  face  of  man." 
Thus  face  to  face  with  Love, 

The  Life,  the  Way, 
Earth's  night  gives  place 

To  Love's  eternal  day. 


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(garnering 

Whose  fan  is  in  his  hand,  and  he  will  throughly 
purge  his  floor,  and  gather  his  wheat  into  the 
garner. — Matthew  iii.,  12. 

OH!  wheat  of  God, 
Who  spurn  time's  sod, 
And  rend  the  finite  sense ; 
Who  fearless,  dare 
On  wings  of  prayer, 
To  leave  earth's  shadows  dense. 

Oh !  wheat  of  God, 

Whose  feet  have  trod 
Time's  arid  desert  sand; 

Whose  quest  for  Love, 

The  heavenly  dove, 
God's  peace  and  power  command. 
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Oh!  wheat  of  God, 

Thrust  out  from  clod 
And  earth- weights,  rise  and  soar 

To  heights  sublime, 

Where  Love's  bells  chime 
Love's  endless  more  and  more. 

Oh!  wheat  of  God, 

The  chastening  rod 
Of  Love,  consumes  the  tares. 

Love's  hand  hath  led, 

Love's  love  hath  fed 
God's  wheat,  with  ceaseless  prayers. 

Love's  chosen  love, 

Love's  white- winged  dove, 
Has  garnered  in  Her  wheat ; 

Has  scaled  Mind's  mount ; 

Has  drunk  at  fount 
Of  Spirit  infinite. 
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(Garnering 

Oh!  wheat  of  God, 

The  Master  trod 
This  finite  dream  of  woe. 

Our  Leader  drank 

His  cup,  nor  shrank 
From  test  of  cruel  foe. 

Oh!  wheat  of  God, 

Wield  Love's  strong  rod 
Which  frees  earth's  mental  slave. 

God  gives  you  might 

To  prove  the  right — 
Gives  victory  to  the  brave. 

Intrepid  band, 

You  understand 
Your  Source — eternal  Life. 

Obey  His  Son, 

The  Holy  One 
Who  stills  all  human  strife. 
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Garnering 

Oh!  wheat  of  God, 

Kiss  ye  Love's  rod, 
Rejoin  ye  dauntless,  sing; 

Love's  voice  obey, 

She  leads  the  way, 
To  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King. 


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LULLABY,   baby   dear,    cradled   in 
blue, 
Angels  and  mother-love  watch   over 

you, 
Under  your  slumber  robe,  precious  one, 

rest, 
Lullaby,  sleep-a-bye,  in  your  soft  nest. 

Lullaby,  little  one,  soar  in  your  dream 
Over  the  housetop,  the  mountain  and 

stream ; 
Higher  and  higher,  love,  soon  you  will 

fly 

Into  the  dreamland  on  Love's  Lullaby. 

1  Music  composed  by  the  author  and  published 
by  G.  Schirmer,  New  York. 

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Over  the  cradle  of  peasant  and  kings, 
"God  is  the  Father  and  Mother  of  all," 
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THE  song  of  love  to  you  I  sing, 
It  is  carried  by  dove  on  tireless 

wing, 

It  sings  of  heav'n  and  joy  and  peace, 
And    chants    the    anthem    of    war's 

release. 
It  is  borne  on  the  breath  of  the  angel 

choir, 

It  is  heard  in  the  echo  of  harp  and  lyre; 
It  is  love,  not  human  but  divine, 
Which  Love  is  winging  from  me  to  mine. 

The  song  of  love  to  all  I  sing, 

To  the  peasant  meek  and  the  regal  king 

1  Music  composed  by  the  author  and  published 
by  G.  Schirmer,  New  York. 

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The  Song  of  Love 


Andante  con  moto 


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Whose  reign   is   ruled   by   wrong   and 

might, 
Or   by   Truth    and   Love,  the   law   of 

right. 

I  sing  the  song  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  await  the  hour  of  Love's  release 
From   bonds   of   hate,    and   fear,    and 

strife, 
To  the  reign  of  Christ  with  endless  life. 

To  all  I  sing,  this  hour  brings 

The   Lord  of  lords  and   the   King  of 

kings, 

Uniting  in  Christ's  great  battle  plan 
All  nations,  with  love  for  God  and  man. 
Let  war  forever  cease  on  earth, 
Let  the  new  created  world  give  birth 
To  children  of  God ;  let  the  welkin  ring 
With  paeans   of   praise   to  Christ,  our 

King! 

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Jvctrospcction 

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Wntten  in  Bombay  >  India,  in  early  youth. 

SITTING  and  musing  alone  to-night, 
While  the  moonbeams  reflect  their 

shimmering  light, 

And  the  waters  below,  in  silver  sheen, 
Like  the  streets  of  our  heavenly  home,  I 

ween ; 
While  the  twinkling  stars,  with  their 

radiance  bright, 
Talk  of  angel  forms  in  the  world  of 

light- 

I  dream,  and  the  waters  whispering  low, 
Tell  of  childhood,  and  friends  of  long  ago. 
I  yield  me  to  memory,  and  once  more 

tread 
Those  childhood  paths,  which  with  joy 

I  sped, 

123 


Retrospection 

And  I  sit  again  on  my  father's  knee, 
And  list  to  the  tales  he  told  to  me. 
I  gaze  on  his  face,  so  young  and  fair, 
And  can  see  no  trace  of  age  or  care ; 
So  I  sit  as  a  child,  on  my  father's  knee, 
And  list  to  his  loving  words  to  me. 
Dear  mother  appears, — what  word  so 

sweet ; 

Again  as  of  yore,  I  kneel  at  her  feet, 
And  learn  from  her  lips  the  words  of 

Truth, 

As  she  taught  me  of  God,  through  child 
hood  and  youth. 

I  hear  her  speak  in  her  gentle  tone, 
Of  our  dear  Redeemer,  who  trod  alone 
The  winepress,  and  suffered  to  set  men 

free 
From  sin,  and  from  death  in  Gethse- 

mane. 

124 


Retrospection 

I  am  clasped  to  her  heart,  as  in  youth, 

she  pressed 

Her  little  one  to  her  loving  breast ; 
And  I  feel  her  heart  with  joy  beat  wild; 
As  she  hopes,  and  prays,  for  her  darling 

child. 
Then  I  pass  my  hand  through  her  rich 

brown  hair, 

But  can  see  no  thread  of  silver  there. 
And  so  to-night  as  a  child,  I  rest 
In  a  beautiful  dream,  on  my  mother's 

breast. 

The  dream  is  o'er,  I  wake  from  the  past, 
Too  bright,  too  beautiful  far  to  last ; 
My  heart  is  sad,  and  I  hush  a  sigh, 
As  my  thoughts  to  my  distant  parents 

fly.' 

Oh !  deep  in  my  soul  lies  a  fervent  prayer 
Of  thanks  to  God,  for  His  tender  care, 
125 


Retrospection 

For  my  parents,  spared  to  me  so  long, 
Till  I  chose  the  right,  and  shunned  the 

wrong. 

My  father  dear,  as  I  think  of  thee, 
Time  has  furrowed  thy  cheek  I  see; 
Thy  step  is  less  firm,  and  thine  eye  has 

less  light, 
But  thy  heart  is  as  youthful,  thy  smile 

is  as  bright. 
And  there  as  in  childhood,  again  I  would 

rest, 

On  my  noble,  loving  father's  breast. 
Dear  saintly  mother  has  felt  Time's  hand, 
He  has  touched  her  lightly  with  his  wand, 
And  as  I  look  on  her  beautiful  hair, 
Some  threads  of  silver  I  notice  there. 
But  her  heart  has  resisted  the  storms  of 

time, 
And  is  loving,  and  brave,  as  in  youthful 

prime. 

126 


If   efforts   to  render  me  worthy  your 

care 
Are  crowned  with  fruition,  in  answer  to 

prayer, 
Then  I  will  reward  you, — and  comfort 

always, 
And  thus  my  Creator  will  honor  and 

praise. 

Oh !  love  is  abiding,  enduring  for  aye, 
And   gratitude  wipes   every   tear-drop 

away. 
Thus    love   and    deep    thankfulness, — 

offerings  meet, 
I  lay  as  a  tribute,  dear  ones,  at  your 

feet. 


127 


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Written  during  a  terrible  storm  in  mid-ocean. 


roaring    winds    and    the  wild 
A  dashing  waves, 

The  tempest  in  all  its  force, 
Appal  me  not,  for  above  it  all, 
I  can  hear  my  Father's  voice. 


I  list  to  His  words  with  a  calm  sweet 

trust, 

For  He  oft  to  my  heart  doth  speak; 
And  I  hear  Him  say,  Fear  not,  I  am 

near 

To  all  who  My  mercy  seek. 
128 


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Enveloped  in  clouds,   mid  fury-lashed 

waves, 
Whicii    threaten    my    faith    to  o'er- 

whelm ; 
The  voice  of  my  Father  brings  courage 

and  calm, 

As  with  strong  hand  He  steadies  the 
helm; 

In  all  of  the  dangers  and  trials  of  life, 
In  sorrow,  temptation  and  pain, 

When  feeling  my  weakness,  I  call  upon 

Him, 
I  never  implore  in  vain. 

So  I'll  walk  by  faith  at  my  Father's  side, 
As  I  journey  on  life's  highway; 

And  looking  to  Him  for  strength  and 

aid, 
I  shall  ne'er  from  His  presence  stray. 

9  129 


Home 

Written  in  England. 

rT~1HERE  is  a  spot  of  earth  supremely 
1       blest, 
A  dearer,  brighter  place  than  all  the 

rest, 

Where  loved  ones  dwell,  and  in  com 
munion  sweet, 

Spend  blissful  hours  in  home's  calm 
retreat. 

O  home !  how  glad  it  lingers  on  the  tongue ! 
Thy  dear  delights  how  often  I  have 

sung! 

Thy  hallowed  joys,  how  often  I  recall, 
And  on  the  page  of  memory  trace 
them  all! 

130 


In  wandering  through  this  world  of  joy 

and  woe, 
As  they  in  quick  succession  come  and 

go, 

May  memory  often  to  my  dear  ones  turn, 
As    home's    sweet    joys    within    my 
bosom  burn ! 

I  see  thy  sacred  walls,  and  press  the  hand 
Of  each  loved  member  of  that  house 
hold  band. 
Oh !  may  I  soon  return  to  ' '  Home  Sweet 

Home," 

Nor  long  in  foreign  lands  a  stranger, 
roam. 

As  pants  the  thirsty  hart  for  cooling 

streams, 

Or   weary   wanderer,    in   the   desert 
dreams 


tyomt 

Of  babbling  brooklets,  hastening  to  the 

sea, 

So  I,  dear  home  and  loved  ones,  sigh 
for  thee. 


Added  in  1901. 

O  wanderer,  longing  for  thy  heavenly 

home, 
Where'er  in  arid  wastes  thy  footsteps 

roam ; 
One  "Home,  Sweet  Home,"  must  ever 

be  thy  goal, 

The  Mother,  Home  and  heavenly  rest 
of  Soul. 


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